race of life..

Limelight never shirks the ultimate conquerors. What about the losers? Far away from the mirthful crowd, they are lost in gloomy times. Every soul try their best to sustain in ruthless competition, but luck seldom favours the fate.

People die living hoping against hope but nothing bears fruit. Slammed against the hard times, crawling slowly on the pavement meant for success. Others ran over you thwarting your dreams, crushing the hopes for the novices. Every act is smirked with a contagious smile. If the podium is made for the winner, why the runner ups are gently pierced with scuffed views. In a batch of 40 only one person can top, because top spot is iced for single person. That top notch position is declared by the judges on the basis of some parameters. Why that person is given the undivided attention despite being superior in one aspect? What hurts even more are the bitter views for the runner up. If he/she excels in some other aspect, why not pull down some words of praise rather than refuting him/her for the lost race.

I quit. I quit this beleaguered catwalk. I do not compete with anyone. I have my own laid down principles to live with, hard-earned mental toughness to sustain and a very dear flock of friends. Good luck for your race of life. I am happy not being a part of it, never being a part of it...

one more legend..

Please read it:

He did things very differently. While others trained in running shoes, Emil Zatopek trained in army boots to make his feet lighter on race days.

His training sessions were equally unorthodox, the Czech would often run 15 miles a day, constantly experimenting and pushing himself with a punishing schedule.

“There is a great advantage in training under unfavourable conditions,” he once said. “It’s better to train under bad conditions, for the difference is then a tremendous relief in a race.”

He made history by becoming the first and only athlete to make a clean sweep of the 5,000m, 10,000m and the marathon golds, all within the space of eight days. And he was running his first-ever marathon!

There was a bit of drama too during the long run. Being a novice, Zatopek introduced himself to the world record holder, Britain’s Jim Peters, on the start line.

He followed Peters for 10 miles before asking, “Jim, the pace — is it too fast?” Peters jokingly replied, “Emil, the pace — it is too slow.”

Zatopek then replied in the best possible way by racing past the world record holder to win the event. It was also his third Olympic record in Helsinki.

“I was unable to walk for a whole week after that, so much did the race take out of me. But, it was the most pleasant exhaustion I have ever known,” said the 30-year-old.

His running style, with his head and eyes rolling, tongue hanging out and appearing to be in severe pain, was not exactly a joy to behold.

“Emil the Terrible,” they called him. “It is not gymnastics or ice skating, you know,” Zatopek said in defence years later.

His competitors could only watch in awe at his feats. Apart from his four Olympic golds (the 10,000m in 1948 being the other), Zatopek won 38 consecutive 10,000m races during a six-year period and broke 18 world records in all.

No wonder, they called him the ‘Human Locomotive’...

race of life..

Limelight never shirks the ultimate conquerors. What about the losers? Far away from the mirthful crowd, they are lost in gloomy times. Every soul try their best to sustain in ruthless competition, but luck seldom favours the fate.

People die living hoping against hope but nothing bears fruit. Slammed against the hard times, crawling slowly on the pavement meant for success. Others ran over you thwarting your dreams, crushing the hopes for the novices. Every act is smirked with a contagious smile. If the podium is made for the winner, why the runner ups are gently pierced with scuffed views. In a batch of 40 only one person can top, because top spot is iced for single person. That top notch position is declared by the judges on the basis of some parameters. Why that person is given the undivided attention despite being superior in one aspect? What hurts even more are the bitter views for the runner up. If he/she excels in some other aspect, why not pull down some words of praise rather than refuting him/her for the lost race.

I quit. I quit this beleaguered catwalk. I do not compete with anyone. I have my own laid down principles to live with, hard-earned mental toughness to sustain and a very dear flock of friends. Good luck for your race of life. I am happy not being a part of it, never being a part of it...

one more legend..

Please read it:

He did things very differently. While others trained in running shoes, Emil Zatopek trained in army boots to make his feet lighter on race days.

His training sessions were equally unorthodox, the Czech would often run 15 miles a day, constantly experimenting and pushing himself with a punishing schedule.

“There is a great advantage in training under unfavourable conditions,” he once said. “It’s better to train under bad conditions, for the difference is then a tremendous relief in a race.”

He made history by becoming the first and only athlete to make a clean sweep of the 5,000m, 10,000m and the marathon golds, all within the space of eight days. And he was running his first-ever marathon!

There was a bit of drama too during the long run. Being a novice, Zatopek introduced himself to the world record holder, Britain’s Jim Peters, on the start line.

He followed Peters for 10 miles before asking, “Jim, the pace — is it too fast?” Peters jokingly replied, “Emil, the pace — it is too slow.”

Zatopek then replied in the best possible way by racing past the world record holder to win the event. It was also his third Olympic record in Helsinki.

“I was unable to walk for a whole week after that, so much did the race take out of me. But, it was the most pleasant exhaustion I have ever known,” said the 30-year-old.

His running style, with his head and eyes rolling, tongue hanging out and appearing to be in severe pain, was not exactly a joy to behold.

“Emil the Terrible,” they called him. “It is not gymnastics or ice skating, you know,” Zatopek said in defence years later.

His competitors could only watch in awe at his feats. Apart from his four Olympic golds (the 10,000m in 1948 being the other), Zatopek won 38 consecutive 10,000m races during a six-year period and broke 18 world records in all.

No wonder, they called him the ‘Human Locomotive’...

100th post..

It feels great punching these miraculous buttons for the 100th time on this blog. Feelings of admiration came pouring in for myself for being consistent in doing so. I pursued it more out of inspiration rather than passion (many knows why), but latter excels in this long saga. Usage of words kept changing. I shall admit i was never unnerved to the criticism or even the words of praise never went off silently. Every comment played through my heart, hence forthcoming with impeccable changes in my writing.

As a matter of fact, this passion is still burning alive inside me with the same zeal as it was a year ago. Some sense of attachment has made it even tougher to quit. I started with just one thought," i should write by my heart". It is quite a tough job to be unnerved by the mockery. I wrote for myself, for others too. Sometimes out of compulsion or for the sake of mere good impression. I guess it worked every time showing positive outcomes. If it ever failed, luckily the channel was blocked before getting delivered to the originator. Concluding it on a short note, it is a wonderful experience to pepper the words with your feelings.

I hope i shall carry on with same will unless this screen would get blurred from my eyes...

100th post..

It feels great punching these miraculous buttons for the 100th time on this blog. Feelings of admiration came pouring in for myself for being consistent in doing so. I pursued it more out of inspiration rather than passion (many knows why), but latter excels in this long saga. Usage of words kept changing. I shall admit i was never unnerved to the criticism or even the words of praise never went off silently. Every comment played through my heart, hence forthcoming with impeccable changes in my writing.

As a matter of fact, this passion is still burning alive inside me with the same zeal as it was a year ago. Some sense of attachment has made it even tougher to quit. I started with just one thought," i should write by my heart". It is quite a tough job to be unnerved by the mockery. I wrote for myself, for others too. Sometimes out of compulsion or for the sake of mere good impression. I guess it worked every time showing positive outcomes. If it ever failed, luckily the channel was blocked before getting delivered to the originator. Concluding it on a short note, it is a wonderful experience to pepper the words with your feelings.

I hope i shall carry on with same will unless this screen would get blurred from my eyes...

Finally completed the seminar stuff well in time and senses are feeling relieved after rigorous sessions of mental and physical exhaustion. Yet such experiences laid down the bitter truth before us, nothing is achieved without striving lest it carries some worth. I did and got paid for it. Transactions are quick in this real world business unlike those monetary ventures. Quick and reliable as well. Amount you invest is never lost with fury of unexpected notions. As being the best postulate of this business, both parties are benefited in this benevolent act.

Feeling as if today i wanted to share many things over this post. Such feelings seldom sprouts in my heart, yet i am curbing it with unease. I shall discuss very soon. Not so timely in my promise, but very very soon.

Finally completed the seminar stuff well in time and senses are feeling relieved after rigorous sessions of mental and physical exhaustion. Yet such experiences laid down the bitter truth before us, nothing is achieved without striving lest it carries some worth. I did and got paid for it. Transactions are quick in this real world business unlike those monetary ventures. Quick and reliable as well. Amount you invest is never lost with fury of unexpected notions. As being the best postulate of this business, both parties are benefited in this benevolent act.

Feeling as if today i wanted to share many things over this post. Such feelings seldom sprouts in my heart, yet i am curbing it with unease. I shall discuss very soon. Not so timely in my promise, but very very soon.

time is running..

I am back to my home. Amritsar, city reminds of the moments i lived here, always want to relive those again. Get on the next post.

My clock..My cousin came back from her hostel just when i was preparing to get into one. Among her things, i found this squared ticking masterpiece. Quickly i put it in my closet, where i was piling up the things required for my hostel. Being in school even the thought of an engineering college could wreck havoc in minds. I brought that clock, as a legacy, and placed it upon my table. It gave the magnificent looks during first year. Time never grant clemency for older stuff. With the wrath of fate, it lost it sheen. Glasses plunged into shattered pieces in third year, minute hand lost in a fortnight after that. Buzzing alarms and continuous pat over it, could never be forgotten. Humming the most annoyed alarms every time, yet i never shrug it off my life. That clock was a rectangular shaped, carrying black plastic along its periphery. When its glass broke out, i engraved over the inner background " time is running ". I still regret that act, as clock never ticked afterwards. When i came to Delhi, i packed it making vague plans of using it once again. Neither i got time to rectify nor did i actually require it anymore. Being an ardent follower, i shall try to instill life in it once more. Last six months went past packed in my black bag and in near time nothing, but the history seems possible.

I hope the day will come, seen as an emergence of livid clock once again, and till then
" time is running "...

time is running..

I am back to my home. Amritsar, city reminds of the moments i lived here, always want to relive those again. Get on the next post.

My clock..My cousin came back from her hostel just when i was preparing to get into one. Among her things, i found this squared ticking masterpiece. Quickly i put it in my closet, where i was piling up the things required for my hostel. Being in school even the thought of an engineering college could wreck havoc in minds. I brought that clock, as a legacy, and placed it upon my table. It gave the magnificent looks during first year. Time never grant clemency for older stuff. With the wrath of fate, it lost it sheen. Glasses plunged into shattered pieces in third year, minute hand lost in a fortnight after that. Buzzing alarms and continuous pat over it, could never be forgotten. Humming the most annoyed alarms every time, yet i never shrug it off my life. That clock was a rectangular shaped, carrying black plastic along its periphery. When its glass broke out, i engraved over the inner background " time is running ". I still regret that act, as clock never ticked afterwards. When i came to Delhi, i packed it making vague plans of using it once again. Neither i got time to rectify nor did i actually require it anymore. Being an ardent follower, i shall try to instill life in it once more. Last six months went past packed in my black bag and in near time nothing, but the history seems possible.

I hope the day will come, seen as an emergence of livid clock once again, and till then
" time is running "...

Time takes out the necessary changes all by itself. One need not to ponder over it just sail with the waves. This is exactly what i am doing since last week or may be just apprehending to do so. Just a matter of four more days, ship of my life will find a coast to rest upon for some time.

Last time i wrote the post, clouds of uncertainty were vividly hovering over it. Acting so weirdly out of the exploration of a new series of topics. My clock would be the topic of my next post. It was a very beautiful clock, with the brunt of time, lost its sheen but not the follower. Shattered pieces of glass and some plastic curtained over the perimeter are left with me. Get rid of seminar this weekend at Patiala and i shall pursue it more tenaciously. Good luck...

Time takes out the necessary changes all by itself. One need not to ponder over it just sail with the waves. This is exactly what i am doing since last week or may be just apprehending to do so. Just a matter of four more days, ship of my life will find a coast to rest upon for some time.

Last time i wrote the post, clouds of uncertainty were vividly hovering over it. Acting so weirdly out of the exploration of a new series of topics. My clock would be the topic of my next post. It was a very beautiful clock, with the brunt of time, lost its sheen but not the follower. Shattered pieces of glass and some plastic curtained over the perimeter are left with me. Get rid of seminar this weekend at Patiala and i shall pursue it more tenaciously. Good luck...

my carry bag..

A guy is running with his bag hanging down shoulders. It is a blue bag, with some scratches of white and sky blue colours. Stretched unevenly in vertical dimensions, it carries no zipper to lock from the top. A mere thread is there to tighten the top loophole. There are two pockets sealed on both sides of it and one is placed in front of it. Calculator is packed inside the front pocket along with a sharpener and a black HB pencil. Right pocket inculcate a mysterious stone, it is a crystal. This crystal sparkles in orange colour when beamed with sunlight, otherwise it sustains a dark brown colour. It is accompanied with an electric plug which was bought to fit into the bare wires of table lamp, but that plan was never executed. Hence it is still lying with astonished stone. Other pocket contains the ear phones of nokia 3110. Upon peeping into the ultimate shell, a pile of papers almost teared from the sides because of continuous wear and tear with other stuff. Two more copies, one was brought in january yet it never come to an end. One more wallet carrying those green papers upon which eyes are always staring with sneer emotions. Two pens are rolling inside it, one doesn't even carry a cap over its top. It left the copies and other documents with blue imprints, reminding about happy stay of both inside bag. Just like everyone is worried about the zips, all the threads are plucked out timely to diminish the rampage which these threads can brought out.

This is all about my carry bag, which had accompanied me everywhere it goes. It never left me desolated in this mean world. I am really blessed to have such a bag with me. May it live long happily and god please never part our ways in future..

my carry bag..

A guy is running with his bag hanging down shoulders. It is a blue bag, with some scratches of white and sky blue colours. Stretched unevenly in vertical dimensions, it carries no zipper to lock from the top. A mere thread is there to tighten the top loophole. There are two pockets sealed on both sides of it and one is placed in front of it. Calculator is packed inside the front pocket along with a sharpener and a black HB pencil. Right pocket inculcate a mysterious stone, it is a crystal. This crystal sparkles in orange colour when beamed with sunlight, otherwise it sustains a dark brown colour. It is accompanied with an electric plug which was bought to fit into the bare wires of table lamp, but that plan was never executed. Hence it is still lying with astonished stone. Other pocket contains the ear phones of nokia 3110. Upon peeping into the ultimate shell, a pile of papers almost teared from the sides because of continuous wear and tear with other stuff. Two more copies, one was brought in january yet it never come to an end. One more wallet carrying those green papers upon which eyes are always staring with sneer emotions. Two pens are rolling inside it, one doesn't even carry a cap over its top. It left the copies and other documents with blue imprints, reminding about happy stay of both inside bag. Just like everyone is worried about the zips, all the threads are plucked out timely to diminish the rampage which these threads can brought out.

This is all about my carry bag, which had accompanied me everywhere it goes. It never left me desolated in this mean world. I am really blessed to have such a bag with me. May it live long happily and god please never part our ways in future..

it is called..

One more day entered my life and left without any fuss. Nights are still bustling around some corner, but days went pathetic. Words are limiting my inexpressibility to explain you the chemistry, my mind is observing these days. Every bit existing seems to be farce and fake. Working for long hours, making seminars, out for dinners, spilling wee hours for reading senseless novels of insane authors every individual act of mine is echoing back hurting me. I thought spending some time over orkut or blogging may rejuvenate my spirits. Yesterday i spent handsomely over reading every unknown blog and did my favourite past-time "orkut ting". During my graduation days, i had lavishly spent my time over internet surfing. I do the things in profound manner, never concerned about resources shrinking in it. Unless you do the things in extreme, one never tend to enjoy it. If you do not relish your acts, probably your survival seems to be getting blurred in this world. But why am i indulging in such serious talks?

I want to admit one thing, i always dream of writing some hilarious posts over my blog, something which could make others giggle for a while, one could feel aroma of happyness diverging from innerself. Everytime i signed in with steely determination to penn down the jovial moments, but all thoughts deter as if i had never smiled in my life for last so long. A feeling of jealousness arouse in me reading blogs of saurav or geet. People do write about merry rides. A phobia for happyness is creeping in my mind. But when it comes to shortcomings, my efforts never fall short in ridiculing such thoughts. So better pull up your socks and i guess all such gloomy thouhghts hovering over my blog would vanish into matterless none, with a fine smile on your face. Atleast i shall try.

This part of my life is called "pursuit of happyness".

it is called..

One more day entered my life and left without any fuss. Nights are still bustling around some corner, but days went pathetic. Words are limiting my inexpressibility to explain you the chemistry, my mind is observing these days. Every bit existing seems to be farce and fake. Working for long hours, making seminars, out for dinners, spilling wee hours for reading senseless novels of insane authors every individual act of mine is echoing back hurting me. I thought spending some time over orkut or blogging may rejuvenate my spirits. Yesterday i spent handsomely over reading every unknown blog and did my favourite past-time "orkut ting". During my graduation days, i had lavishly spent my time over internet surfing. I do the things in profound manner, never concerned about resources shrinking in it. Unless you do the things in extreme, one never tend to enjoy it. If you do not relish your acts, probably your survival seems to be getting blurred in this world. But why am i indulging in such serious talks?

I want to admit one thing, i always dream of writing some hilarious posts over my blog, something which could make others giggle for a while, one could feel aroma of happyness diverging from innerself. Everytime i signed in with steely determination to penn down the jovial moments, but all thoughts deter as if i had never smiled in my life for last so long. A feeling of jealousness arouse in me reading blogs of saurav or geet. People do write about merry rides. A phobia for happyness is creeping in my mind. But when it comes to shortcomings, my efforts never fall short in ridiculing such thoughts. So better pull up your socks and i guess all such gloomy thouhghts hovering over my blog would vanish into matterless none, with a fine smile on your face. Atleast i shall try.

This part of my life is called "pursuit of happyness".

time table..

I got free from my work before the lunch time. So i quit, ran back as fast as i could to relish some leisure. Every hour spent in writing those calculations from the meter testing hurled so fast, so fast even i couldn't' notice the intensity of sun reducing with every passing moment. After hours passed by, when i could feel the eyes running out of step with efforts, i gave up with a promise to return next day brimming with more courage to extend it further. Never sure whether its end would ever be a pleasure for me, i carry on. Two girls went past me hastily carrying a sheet of their time-table. One commented," see, tomorrow i have my class at 11am." Not in any mood to intervene in their conversation, i gave a not-so-interesting glance over her time-table.

Need not to went back into historic ages, four years back i was quite a same maniac staring over my time-table on the every first day of semester. All eyes focusing upon the schedule of friday and monday. Friday were the days everyone carrying bags to their homes and hustling back with same spirit on monday. Getting free on friday before lunch was considered to be the luckiest and delayed mondays were also welcomed with same regard. Those girls were carrying some pamphlet of college too, i was never so lucky to get any introduction lecture about the courses assigned or about the locations of various blocks. Handed with the five day schedule from 8am to 5pm, irrespective of seasons, we had to knock at our classrooms directly. We had not even the minutest ideas of location in that helluva college, asking every senior," Excuse me, may i know where is E block?". List of queries were endless; where is F-block, where is electrical dept, workshop, c hall, k lawns, power system lab, computer lab, reading room, nescafe, sagar ratna and many more. Asking seniors was never considered a better option, it was preferable to be lost in that ruthless crowd. Shamelessly entering the classes with the same lame excuse everytime of being lost in B block, but it was confined for freshers only. Writing down the time-tables on the last pages of copies, losing them in consecutive days and text messaging to friends asking for class room. Those short and sweet chuckles over the electrical machines with jumper and verma were the real times of pleasure. Short and needful rounds of sagar ratna during lab hours, glancing over sheer beauties were handsomely the best days. Spending hours pressing those hard-cushioned chairs in sagar ratna with magan till night could never be recalled. Those were flawlessly the most disgusting moments at those times, but the most memorable ones at present.

Getting back to those girls, they just went ahead continuing thier talks which were once the inseparable part of my life too. I realized my day dreaming has come to a bitter end. Back to your work....

time table..

I got free from my work before the lunch time. So i quit, ran back as fast as i could to relish some leisure. Every hour spent in writing those calculations from the meter testing hurled so fast, so fast even i couldn't' notice the intensity of sun reducing with every passing moment. After hours passed by, when i could feel the eyes running out of step with efforts, i gave up with a promise to return next day brimming with more courage to extend it further. Never sure whether its end would ever be a pleasure for me, i carry on. Two girls went past me hastily carrying a sheet of their time-table. One commented," see, tomorrow i have my class at 11am." Not in any mood to intervene in their conversation, i gave a not-so-interesting glance over her time-table.

Need not to went back into historic ages, four years back i was quite a same maniac staring over my time-table on the every first day of semester. All eyes focusing upon the schedule of friday and monday. Friday were the days everyone carrying bags to their homes and hustling back with same spirit on monday. Getting free on friday before lunch was considered to be the luckiest and delayed mondays were also welcomed with same regard. Those girls were carrying some pamphlet of college too, i was never so lucky to get any introduction lecture about the courses assigned or about the locations of various blocks. Handed with the five day schedule from 8am to 5pm, irrespective of seasons, we had to knock at our classrooms directly. We had not even the minutest ideas of location in that helluva college, asking every senior," Excuse me, may i know where is E block?". List of queries were endless; where is F-block, where is electrical dept, workshop, c hall, k lawns, power system lab, computer lab, reading room, nescafe, sagar ratna and many more. Asking seniors was never considered a better option, it was preferable to be lost in that ruthless crowd. Shamelessly entering the classes with the same lame excuse everytime of being lost in B block, but it was confined for freshers only. Writing down the time-tables on the last pages of copies, losing them in consecutive days and text messaging to friends asking for class room. Those short and sweet chuckles over the electrical machines with jumper and verma were the real times of pleasure. Short and needful rounds of sagar ratna during lab hours, glancing over sheer beauties were handsomely the best days. Spending hours pressing those hard-cushioned chairs in sagar ratna with magan till night could never be recalled. Those were flawlessly the most disgusting moments at those times, but the most memorable ones at present.

Getting back to those girls, they just went ahead continuing thier talks which were once the inseparable part of my life too. I realized my day dreaming has come to a bitter end. Back to your work....

I am trying hard, rather very hard to come to my real senses, yet the fate is betraying me. Its betraying me not for the first time, yet in its new ways. Time needs no clock to watch upon and unsurprisingly same goes for me too. All days went past moving in for foggy goal upon that trodden path yet skeptical for my destination. Nothing seems to be going me way, as i want to do, as i expect it to explore, unleashing the mysterious ways to put me in trouble. Work is not putting me off, its just that even its not known to me what exactly is pinching me. It is fierce and scars over my mental toughness is a proof, one can't doubt any more. After a stormy night, calm cheerful morning is always pending. I hope such a say is not confined over the literature only. May it bless my beleagured soul as well. One fine morning would have been engraved by the almighty in my future pages, i pray my courageous efforts will last helping me to see that horizon of happyness once again.

till then i shall carry on..

I am trying hard, rather very hard to come to my real senses, yet the fate is betraying me. Its betraying me not for the first time, yet in its new ways. Time needs no clock to watch upon and unsurprisingly same goes for me too. All days went past moving in for foggy goal upon that trodden path yet skeptical for my destination. Nothing seems to be going me way, as i want to do, as i expect it to explore, unleashing the mysterious ways to put me in trouble. Work is not putting me off, its just that even its not known to me what exactly is pinching me. It is fierce and scars over my mental toughness is a proof, one can't doubt any more. After a stormy night, calm cheerful morning is always pending. I hope such a say is not confined over the literature only. May it bless my beleagured soul as well. One fine morning would have been engraved by the almighty in my future pages, i pray my courageous efforts will last helping me to see that horizon of happyness once again.

till then i shall carry on..

a new era..

Change is only constant factor always persisting in this world. I'm fed up writing those fullish usage. why not try a new english attire for my posts. No more constant peeping into the dictionary nor sitting with fingers creeping into hair in despair. A jovial soul also resides inside my frustrating life. You will see the fair side too very soon. Though as per my friends, i'm not a hilarious personality to be applauded. I shall try to meet up with your expections, if any. take care !!

a new era..

Change is only constant factor always persisting in this world. I'm fed up writing those fullish usage. why not try a new english attire for my posts. No more constant peeping into the dictionary nor sitting with fingers creeping into hair in despair. A jovial soul also resides inside my frustrating life. You will see the fair side too very soon. Though as per my friends, i'm not a hilarious personality to be applauded. I shall try to meet up with your expections, if any. take care !!

Life is a terrible mess. It seems as diving in a pool of problems yet skeptical that one day i shall emerge a winner amidst all the soaring tensions. Left hapless in this world everyday unleashing a fury of obstacles for me. Yet this one word keeps me moving, "hope". Originator of this word would have been lost in this masked mob but his preachings are still given the most revered regard. It had never diminished in past endless decades and i HOPE that this HOPE will keep sailing with me unless confronted by the inescapable fate. My mind is disdainfully let down by the mockery of corporate world for which one word fits in comfortably; " a flock of ruthless money makers". I am glad being tagged and served under the same notorious fame.

Please change the topic for heaven's sake. I shall give you the precise and untouched version of corporate world very soon. It is matchless sponged in the terms of relationships, composure and love. Do not ponder much over last sentence, it is horrible true. Trying to lift up my spirits by vomiting out dreaded thoughts is actually pleasing me. I could have explained it more lucidly deciphering into my native language but alternatives are not so friendly coming over my way. Concluding over this very thoughtful post (at least for me and may be inane for you), all these comments over my post are pretty touching for me though may be scribbled in callous ways. I heartily thank you for reading my obnoxious posts combating with chaotic sense of words usage. I admire every minutest phase of time, you spill over reading my posts. Thank you.

Life is a terrible mess. It seems as diving in a pool of problems yet skeptical that one day i shall emerge a winner amidst all the soaring tensions. Left hapless in this world everyday unleashing a fury of obstacles for me. Yet this one word keeps me moving, "hope". Originator of this word would have been lost in this masked mob but his preachings are still given the most revered regard. It had never diminished in past endless decades and i HOPE that this HOPE will keep sailing with me unless confronted by the inescapable fate. My mind is disdainfully let down by the mockery of corporate world for which one word fits in comfortably; " a flock of ruthless money makers". I am glad being tagged and served under the same notorious fame.

Please change the topic for heaven's sake. I shall give you the precise and untouched version of corporate world very soon. It is matchless sponged in the terms of relationships, composure and love. Do not ponder much over last sentence, it is horrible true. Trying to lift up my spirits by vomiting out dreaded thoughts is actually pleasing me. I could have explained it more lucidly deciphering into my native language but alternatives are not so friendly coming over my way. Concluding over this very thoughtful post (at least for me and may be inane for you), all these comments over my post are pretty touching for me though may be scribbled in callous ways. I heartily thank you for reading my obnoxious posts combating with chaotic sense of words usage. I admire every minutest phase of time, you spill over reading my posts. Thank you.